Page 22 of Accepted Precedent (Love & Politics #3)

Andrew

E vie is normally up by five, but the house is quiet. I make my way to the kitchen, and the light is off. Stumbling over something soft, I click them on to find Evie’s pants and underwear on the ground.

Well, looks like I’ll be five hundred dollars richer…

I chuckle to myself as I bring the clothes into the bedroom and toss them into the hamper, then carefully undress down to my boxer briefs.

Morning light from the window seeps in through the curtains, illuminating the outline of the two of them in bed.

Evie is tucked into Mickey’s side, her dark auburn hair covering his arm as he holds her.

They’re more than comfortable—they’re happy.

I didn’t realize how badly they needed last night and each other.

As I slide into bed, I wrap my arms around her, and she turns to face me. She’s naked, and I’d gather he is too. Mick growls in his sleep, pulling her away from me until her back is flush with his chest, and I try not to laugh but fail, waking Evie.

“Sorry, babe.”

She mumbles something unintelligible and adjusts the comforter over her shoulder. He tugs it down, kissing her pale skin practically glowing in the dark. She lets out a sweet sigh, but as his hand travels lower, it becomes a whimpered moan.

Mickey drapes her leg over his, spreading her wide, and my cock is already half-hard at the sight of the two of them together.

It’s been a while since Evie and I had sex; my balls ache for release.

I reach between her legs but am met with Mick’s hard cock pressed against her wet pussy.

Missing the smooth feel of him against my palm, I pull the comforter down the rest of the way and can’t help sliding my hand down his length, then back up again.

“I’m going to fuck your wife, baby.” He adjusts, and I guide him inside her—only an inch—but he swats my hand away and drives deep in one hard thrust.

Evie cries out, reaching behind to grip Mickey’s neck. He remains seated inside her, and her eyes flutter open, a lazy smile tugging at her lips.

“You didn’t have fun with Daddy last night?” I taunt.

Her breath broken, she manages, “Yeah, I did, but we didn’t—” He slides out and presses back in, hard and fast. “ Oh fuck , he’s too thick.”

“I know, babe. You need to relax so you can adjust to him. Then it’s my turn.”

I slink down the bed, keeping my eyes on Mick until he’s out of view.

He’s like a caged, feral animal, waiting to pounce the moment the gate opens.

I lower my mouth, flicking my tongue on her clit and the base of his shaft.

Their hands slide into my hair as I seal my lips on her and cup his balls, massaging just how he likes it.

After all these years, I still have his body memorized.

“Fuck, that feels good,” Mick groans. “I love how you have her tight cunt squeezing my cock. Make her come for me, baby.” I pick up my pace slightly and adjust the pressure until I find a rhythm that makes her legs shake. “Just like that. She’s already close.”

He untangles one of his hands from my hair to play with her full breasts, teasing and tweaking her pierced nipples, alternating between them. Evie tugs me closer, and the sting on my scalp has my cock leaking.

“Look at you, taking my cock so well,” he whispers to Evie. “Tell me how good it feels to have your husband tasting you while I’m buried inside you.”

“It feels so good, but I need more,” she breathes, and I spread her wider, lapping from his balls to her clit in long, slow strokes. I swap my tongue with my thumb, making her gasp. “Yes, right there!”

“Come for us, angel. Let me feel your tight cunt quivering around me while he sends you over the edge.”

He begins rocking in and out of her in short thrusts, and it’s enough to have her soaking the bunched sheets beneath us.

Mickey’s eyes meet mine, and the heat of his gaze has my cock aching for him.

I don’t slow my pace as I move up the bed and brush Evelyn’s hair off her damp forehead as she comes down from her high.

They’re truly beautiful together. “How are you feeling, babe?”

“I… I’m good.”

“Thank you for taking care of our girl. Do you want her arse or her sweet cunt?”

His question takes me off guard, but as I glance to where they are joined, I snap, “Fuck, pull out! She’s not on birth control!”

“You don’t want me breeding your pretty little wife?” he chuckles darkly.

“I don’t want kids! If she gets pregnant, I’ll have to pretend to be their father.”

“I’m right here, guys,” she groans. Her words are a little slurred, almost like she’s buzzed. “But don’t worry, I’ll stop by the pharmacy today, just in case.”

“You want Daddy to fill you, don’t you, angel?”

She replies with a nod as Mickey rubs her lower belly possessively.

This doesn’t feel like an ordinary breeding kink—there’s desperation masked in his tone.

He’s always wanted kids, the house in the suburbs, barbecue block parties, fucking PTA meetings…

It’s a life he’ll never get to live. For years he stayed away from Evelyn, and I hate that if she wasn’t my wife she could give him everything.

They’d both be happy. Once the dust settles from the election, I’ll need to speak with Finn to see how possible it would be to let Evie go.

“Think she could take both of us?” I offer, wanting a small connection with him that I’ve missed for years.

“Lay down, baby. Let’s find out.”

I roll onto my back, and as he slips out of her, he lifts her to straddle me. “If it’s too much, you know what to do.”

Mickey slides her onto my throbbing cock, and with the authoritative growl I’ve craved, he insists, "She can take it.” Pressing Evie until our chests meet, excitement dances in his eyes. “You’re going to be my good boy and not come until she does.”

“Yes, Daddy,” the honorific tumbles from me without a second thought.

He grips Evelyn’s hips and grinds her onto me until I’m balls deep. The last time I slept with her, I selfishly imagined it was Kristin. It was incredibly fucked up, but with Mickey here, I’m able to remain present.

“All right, angel, I need you to take a deep breath for me.” Rolling her hips, he pulls her ass in the air and teases the base of my shaft with the tip of his cock. “You remember your safe word?

“Mmhmm.”

“Both of you?”

“Yes,” I wince as he pushes in an inch. “We may need lube though.”

“She’s wet enough,” he growls, pressing in another few inches.

“Brussel sprout!”

In an instant, he pulls out and she’s in his arms. “I’m so sorry, angel. It was too much, too fast. Are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m all right.”

Mick kisses her shoulder and neck, keeping her in a tight hold. I prop onto my elbows and my heart swells as he sets her beside me. “What can I do to help?”

“This is my fault,” he insists, kissing every inch of her skin within reach.

“I said I’m okay,” Evie huffs. “It’s no one’s fault… except maybe a few books I’ve read. Who the hell can take two cocks at once?”

Mickey always takes care of me if we take things too far. They may have a different relationship, but he takes it personally when safe words are used. I’ve been in her shoes more than once, and can practically see the steam coming from Mickey’s ears.

“No, it’s never your fault, angel.”

Careful with my tone, I agree, “He’s right. We didn’t properly prep you. If you ever want to try again, we’ll make sure you’re stretched out enough.”

“Stretched out enough?” Her eyes widen. “Have you two not looked in the mirror recently? Endowed is putting it lightly. How the hell am I supposed to fit both of you inside me? It’s just a fun fantasy that defies science.”

“It doesn’t,” I insist, stuffing down my amusement.

“We’ve done it before. I have an idea.” Shifting Mickey onto his back, I kiss his cheek and whisper, “If I’m out of line, tell me.

” A small smile appears as he nods, but it disappears just as quickly.

“Okay, babe, you’re going to fuck him, and I’m… Well, I’m going to fuck your ass.”

“What?” she shrieks but doesn’t protest as I guide her onto his cock.

“You trust me—trust us—right?”

With a deep breath, she nods and straddles Mickey.

I’ve never been in charge when it came to playtime with him.

Stage fright is a real thing, but with Evelyn and Mickey, I’m not worried about screwing it up.

Worst case, we’ll laugh it off as a morning of fun.

Best case, I’ll give them the nudge they need to admit I’m the third wheel and they should be together.

Once Evie slides onto his cock, I grab a bottle of lube from our nightstand and slather several dollops onto my cock and the crack of her ass.

“You love him, don’t you?” I whisper beside her ear.

Her breath catches and she grants me a small nod.

“You’re his, not mine. Show Daddy how much you’ve ached for him. ”

Mickey is the puppet master in Washington, and part of me wants to take this moment to experience the same control here with two of the people I love more than anything in the world.

Gliding my hand up Evie’s back, I press her closer to Mick, hoping one of them will give in.

As predicted, he takes the bait and grips the back of her neck, pulling her closer to devour her mouth like something out of a damn movie.

As much as I’d love to slide into her ass, something doesn’t feel quite right about it.

I sit back on my heels, admiring how the two of them are fucking perfect together, but with time not on my side, pull open the nightstand drawer for her plug.

Mickey is lost in the moment, gripping Evie’s ass to fuck her from below. I add a few squirts of lube to her plug and slow them down long enough to press it into her tight hole, anxiously anticipating the fireworks.

She rides him faster and harder until she ruins my plans by breaking away to huff, “Andy? That is not a dick in my ass.”